That was unquestionably the most sexual experience I have ever had. I know, this sort of thing happens to a lot of people every day and they think nothing at all of it, but for me, in whose life even the best of friends rarely touch and even then only with shoulder-bump hugs, this is a big deal.

Basically what happened was this: After rehearsal, I asked an acquaintance (not a castmate as usual - they had all left) if I could use her cellular phone to call my ride. She handed it over, and before I had even found the buttons (I have trouble with these things, okay? These gizmos hide their buttons in all sorts of places, and some don't even have buttons), she tackled me, brought me to the ground, rolled me onto my back, and lay on top of me. This occurrence was repeated several times, so don't expect me to remember everything perfectly. And her own words and her friends' reactions both clearly stated that she does this to everybody, it doesn't mean anything, but it's still fun. Anyway, for the next - oh, I don't know, long time - she kept being very physical, in a semi-violent, semi-cuddly way. All parties fully clothed, of course. So, tackling, restraining, nuzzling, biting, basically the way she treats everyone and nobody treats me. I? I submitted completely. Resistance would have yielded only more tackling and more rolling around in the dirt and grass. Plus, I kind of liked it. Sure, I was super uncomfortable, because, um, girl, all over me, et cetera, totally unexpected, plus spectators, but it was nice, too. For... almost the same reasons. It was right there at the border between pleasant and meaningless physical interaction and 'Holy crap nobody's ever done this to me before and this is in complete violation of decency.'

At some point she had me lying on my back on the ground, lay sort of across my chest, and started touching my breasts - through my shirt, of course. Nobody had ever felt my breasts before - nobody but me and the nurses who were investigating a lump last year. But here was this girl, shouting out to the two onlookers 'MacAvity has breasts!' and poking them and squeezing them while I mumbled something about how I wasn't quite sure they qualified as breasts, being so small.

And at the end of the whole encounter, I escaped without actually feeling violated, just dazed, somewhat pleased, and a little awkward. The girl was accused, clearly not for the first time, of being bisexual, and denied the charges. I don't really want to think about what she does to boys, if that's the case.

One more thing: She's Leigh's crush. Leigh, my ex-best-friend, to whom I haven't spoken since he officially dumped me last month. So, yeah. He has no chance with her. Muahahahahaa.

My left breast still feels a little weird.